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see rain in the night. A thunderstorm. I looked down at my sweaty naked body to see a cat, orange and white, rubbing its back in between my legs. It was dripping with some kind of fluid, it looked at me and purred. I thought for a moment: Was this cat licking my pussy as I slept?
    I shooed the cat and it jumped out the window. My bed was wet in the area that I had been lying. Great. My dream gets interrupted, and now my bed is wet. Now I have to clean up. Damn wet dreams they are always so good but so messy.
    Hopefully I can actually get some sleep tonight. I have a long trip ahead of me.

Wings Spread
    I had decided that I’d take a plane trip to Los Angeles and head back later. For days I craved one of those bacon-wrapped hot dogs the local Mexicans served from outlawed food trucks. The strong taste of a wiener, the grease dripping from the end onto my tongue—it had been far too long.
    Once I arrived at the San Francisco International Airport, I paid the taxi and made my way inside. Not being a fan of cancer, I decided to receive a pat down from the TSA agent, a large black man in his 40’s, unshaven. While I placed my purse on the conveyor belt, he snapped on a fresh pair of surgical gloves and pulled me aside. I felt special. I lifted my arms in the air so he could do his job. First he waved his long, black wand over my fragile, tiny, white body, and I began to moan when it brushed against my buttocks. As he caressed the sides of my chest and thighs, chills went up my spine.
    “Next,” he called out to the person behind me, and I pulled out my purse from the container on the conveyer belt.
    I could feel the hunger pangs. I needed a cock. And soon.
    In the terminal before the plane took off, I was working on the new beta for the website, using my smartphone. I wanted to add a feature for even more discreet encounters, where members meet without sharing their marriage status. While I was typing brackets in my code, I noticed a different man eyeing me from afar. Perhaps he could smell the desperation of my perfume, or the fifty dollars of petty cash I took from the office in my purse. He was 28 years old, white with short bleach blonde hair, muscles bulging under his coat, a boyish face. His smile was soft, tender like my lymph nodes in my armpits. He looked like a pilot. In other words, he was totally fuckable.
    The plane would depart in fifteen minutes. I knew I’d be late for work, but who gives a shit? I winked at him and waved him over to the ladies room nearby, not a soul in sight. Never before had I had sex in a public restroom, much less in the second busiest airport in the state of California, according to Wikipedia. He followed me without hesitation, dragging his luggage behind. Clack! Clack! as it hit the tile floor. Unzipping as I walked through the door, I opened the handicap stall at the far end and waited.
    Yes, I’m not handicapped, but I’m handicapable of screwing the first man in sight.
I could hear him walk in, his shoes taps echoing. The air was thick with cleaning solution. He opened the stall next to mine, sat down, slid his foot under the partition, and began tapping. Was this Morse code? I began to tap back messages, but after five minutes of tapping back and forth did I realize it was just a signal. I motioned for him to enter my stall. He approached my stall, and I unlocked the door.
    Still completely silent, he sat on the toilet and kicked off his shoes into a puddle on the corner. Biting his lower lip, he pulled me closer by the hips, his hands caressing my V-shaped figure. I looked down at the man. Even though he hadn’t even given me his name, I was prepared to give him my lust. I whipped out my bulging pussy from my jeans, the tip secreting through my poly cotton blend panties.
    “Looks like you need an extendo belt to fit it all in,” he said. His voice was deep and booming, yet sensitive like my sister’s. I could feel the passionate fire burning in his eyes, the smoke coming out